The Plow

Lao Yuan found that Yue Dingtang was distracted.

Just after he finished his words, the latter stared at the fire, not knowing what he was thinking, until he saw that the smoke in Yue Dingtang's hand was almost burning, so he couldn't help but push his arm. As if he had just woken up, he shook off the ashes and took another deep breath.

"I remember that he used to be in good health. He always won the top three in long-distance running competitions. We played together at school, and he was also the one who scored the most goals. At that time, a group of female students made a big circle back after class, just to pass by the playground to watch He plays."

The smoke diffused into the fire, splashing a cluster of sparks and bringing back fragments of memories.

"Do you know how much he likes to be beautiful? When others take off their clothes when they are hot to play, he insists on wearing a Chinese tunic suit neatly, running around the court to get famous names, just to hear those female students say that he has a good demeanor. "

After Yue Dingtang finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

"The way he is now is basically due to his faults on the battlefield. Either he was scratched and embedded by shell fragments, or he was hit by bullets. Well, you should have discovered the problem with his right hand. It was in the snow at that time. In close combat, he was stabbed by the enemy bayonet. He used to be very accurate with marksmanship, and he was a sharpshooter in our battalion. He was well-known inside and outside, but after that injury, he could no longer hold the gun in his hand.”

To be honest, Lao Yuan always felt that Yue Dingtang was unpredictable.

Even though the three of them are sitting here now, living and dying together for the rest of their lives, Lao Yuan still dare not fully trust Yue Dingtang.

This may be related to his need to hide his identity and lurk beside the old man, and he is used to observing others with suspicious eyes.

But it doesn't matter if I don't believe in Yue Dingtang, and it doesn't matter if Prime Minister Yue Dingtang doesn't believe him. Lao Yuan feels that he needs to make Yue Dingtang believe in Ling Shu. He doesn't want Yue Dingtang to put Lingshu in the future because of some misunderstanding deadly.

"At that time, we all thought that his hands would be abolished. We didn't expect that after he was discharged from the hospital, he started to practice his left hand, from holding chopsticks to writing, and later he could use chopsticks to hold green beans, one by one. I thought it was almost the same. , and one day, he actually told me that he could shoot with his left hand. I thought to myself, what’s the big deal, if you can move your index finger, who wouldn’t pull the trigger.”

There was a little more smile in Yue Dingtang's eyes: "He looks chic, but in fact he is very competitive. He has been like this since he was a child. Every time before the exam, he said that he didn't study much. In fact, he read books and slept at home every day. It is estimated that he has almost practiced shooting with his left hand."

Lao Yuan also shook his head and smiled, "I blamed me for being too naive at the time. I didn't believe in this evil. I insisted on making a bet with him. The two of them went to the school field and started shooting with a box cannon. Guess what happened? I actually lost, this guy I practiced my left-handed marksmanship secretly for two months, and I got a small victory, surpassing me, who has been using my right hand for many years!"

This is indeed something Ling Shu would do.

Yue Dingtang smiled silently, and there was a subtle feeling in his heart that even he couldn't explain clearly.

It's like being proud of being in it.

But this feeling disappeared in a flash, Yue Dingtang looked at Ling Shu's right hand.

The latter was in a deep sleep, facing them sideways, with his right hand drooping, and some dried blood on the sleeve, but his fingers were slender and fair, and his nails were neatly trimmed. .

Yue Dingtang still remembered that the two reunited after a long absence. The first time they met and talked was in prison. He saw Ling Shu writing with his left hand. A bloody past.

The once young man who had to wrap his fingers with a handkerchief even when his fingers were pricked by flower thorns, finally transformed into a man with iron will in a place where he could not see.

Old Yuan sighed: "But no matter how accurate it is, the left hand is still the left hand, not as good as his original right hand. Back then, his marksmanship really attracted everyone's attention. It's a pity!"

Yue Dingtang: "How could he have suffered so many injuries? Didn't the Northeast Army retreat soon without fighting?"

Lao Yuan: "That's what I said, but some of them resisted. I remember that year, when we were stationed in Changchun, the Japanese army came all the way from the Beidaying camp. They clearly wanted to annex the three eastern provinces. The Japanese benefited a bit, and they had enough of it, and some counted on the Russians to help. As a result, Fengtian fell, Siping fell, Yingkou fell, and when we arrived in Changchun, we refused to surrender on the spot and stayed there all night. "

Lao Yuan's tone was very flat. For him and for Ling Shu, this past is already in the past tense. It is a great blessing that they can sit here in peace.

Yue Dingtang was silent for a moment: "I was abroad at the time, and after reading relevant reports, they all said that the Northeast practiced non-resistance, so it was quickly defeated across the board, and Changchun was not mentioned."

Old Yuan smiled wryly: "Only guarded for one night, it would be disgraceful to say it out, so don't mention it, so as not to be ashamed! But that night, we really risked our lives, but the enemy's firepower was too strong, we had no reinforcements, and many No one has the will to fight. I heard that the nearby cities are not resisting the retreat. I really can’t hold on. The brothers are gone one by one. If Lingshu didn’t push me away, I wouldn’t be able to sit here and talk to you right now. .”

Yue Dingtang: "What happened later?"

Lao Yuan: "Later, our surviving brothers were all seriously injured and couldn't go to the battlefield, but they were not willing to be charged as cowards after defeating the war. They simply broke up and went to the wild to fight guerrilla ambush. The enemy circled around, from September to twelve months, for three full months, eating rain and snow, hunting for a living, originally there were more than [-] people, but in the end, including me and Ling Shu, there were less than seven left."

Yue Dingtang: "It's tragic."

Lao Yuan: "The game of exchanging life for life can only be the courage of a man. Seeing that the entire Northeast has fallen, and the large army is retreating to the pass, our injuries will ache when it rains or winds. There seems to be a lump on the back of Lingshu's shoulder The cannonball fragments were not taken out, even if they went back to the battlefield, it would be a drag on the brothers, and together, they simply disarmed and returned to the field, and after that, Ling Shu and I have no contact with each other."

Yue Dingtang wanted to say something, but felt that no matter what comments he made, it would be a kind of unnecessary pointing and pointing to Lao Yuan and the others.

"Do you regret it?"

He was asking Lao Yuan, and he was also asking Ling Shu through Lao Yuan.

Lao Yuan wiped his face, let out a few hahas, and let go of his frustration.

"What do you regret? Regret killing the enemy, or regret resisting? I only regret that I didn't grow a few more hands at that time, and I didn't kill a few more. A man is born in this world. If he can't live a vigorous life, then this life is like a dog's life. What's the difference between fate?"

Yue Dingtang pondered: "If I knew earlier..."

If he had known earlier, he would not have allowed Ling Shu to follow him to the Northeast, revisit his homeland, and relive those iron and blood.

But without this trip, how would you know this?

He just regrets now, his long-term probing behavior.

Those temptations must have hurt the other party's heart more or less.

Especially, that shot was pointed at the opponent.

Yue Dingtang didn't know what Lingshu's mood was at that time, even he himself was confused, but when he thought about it now, he could only regret it.

Like a wound bleeding and soaking in salt water all the time, my heart can't help being sore and swollen, and it's too late to pull back.

"After we met, he didn't have time to inquire about the current situation. He went back to Shanghai? Has he really become your subordinate?"

Yue Dingtang heard Lao Yuan ask this question.

"I work part-time as a consultant at the Municipal Police Department. He is my assistant secretary. He sits in the office every day without going out to work or facing the hail of bullets. He is very safe."

Old Yuan stared: "Then this time, he was injured so badly!"

Yue Dingtang remembered that Ling Shu had been injured a few times before, and it seemed that they were all when he was investigating the case with him.

"With his temperament, he is said to be lazy. If you let him really rest, he won't be able to relax."

After thinking about it, Lao Yuan suddenly felt helpless: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have dragged him in, but I need a helper, and I really don't have anyone reliable around me."

"I'll try not to hurt him again."

When he said this, only he could hear Yue Dingtang's volume.

But Ling Shu, who was having a good dream, still knew nothing about the outside world.